Blackmail MaterialMay 18
Oh my goodness. Oh my word. What am I going to do? How did I get myself into this situation? Just how silly was my head last night?
You see, I stumbled out of bed this morning and checked my email. (Yes, I’m a stuffed panda with email. What’s weird about that?) I found some, well, interesting pictures in my in-box.
That’s not me, right? That’s an imposter, right? Or was I panda-napped during the party, made to drink more beer than a wee little panda should and then made to perform acts to garner my freedom?
I don’t know. I don’t know if I want to know. Don’t tell my mom, okay? Please? And please, don’t tell Rachel! She thinks I’m sweet and innocent.
